I'm a Midnight Mover, I get down to the sounds of city streets and musical treats. I be'uh L.U.V.'er of Music and art in all it's various forms.
My head's like some sorta skitzo jukebox.
I tend to view bars in whether John Waters (who I'd probly go gay for) would frequent em, and music in whether Lester Bangs could sink his teeth into it.
I own THREE copies of Charlie Rich's "Behind Closed Doors" on 8-track.
Bing Crosby is the only artist I own in every musical format (78, 45, 33, 8-Track, Cassette...wait, now that I think of it, I'm not sure about the 8s...If ya wee ones are getttin' a giggle outta this, ya need to stop sleepin' on the Bing).
I used to have an appetite like Fats Waller, but now my stomach thinks I'm much less of an a*shole. For this reason, all-you-can-eat buffets and I are an unholy alliance.
I've made a commitment to drink all liquids only in brandy snifters and slooper (32oz) mugs.
I don't wanna sleep, I don't wanna wake (Mee digs delirium!)
My life is becomin more and more On The Road, as my current alternative to'uh "square job" is workin on'uh carnival (Yup, that's reet, I'm'uh carny!). Otherwise, I do publicity, road management & booking work for touring bands.
I believe Long John Gone is the only white man allowed to rock a soul patch and get a pass.
You might also like to know I haven't been carnal with a little person. I'm jes sayin...Hmmm...yeah.